Sometimes I have a To Hell With It Day on Monday. OK, most weeks I do. I often feel that if I just get through Monday, I have done enough. That is why I usually do a Monstrous Monday Post. It is all I want to manage. And some Mondays, I just go to bed and leave it for Tuesday.
I am trying not to do that today. I already sloughed off fixing my lunch till tomorrow. I almost sloughed off putting out garbage till next week but at the last minute put out what little I have. Full disclosure: I felt self-conscious about being the only house on the block without containers out front. Then I felt ridiculous for being self-conscious about such a thing. For heavens’ sake, why should I care what anybody thinks about me putting out garbage every other week? Additionally, why should I flatter myself that anybody even notices? What do I think they say? “That crazy old lady in the yellow house, she doesn’t even put out garbage every week. Does she just let it pile up in her kitchen? Eeww!”
I thought I would throw in a picture, to get myself out of the quagmire of the previous paragraph. That is a good word: quagmire. I think it describes many of my blog posts and much of my life. At least my mind, much of the time.
I was looking for a suitably quagmirish photo but could not find one. I settle for Joan Crawford in StraitJacket. “She’s insane! She’s insane!” I just don’t imagine I’m that bad.
Side note: I am actually finishing and posting this early Tuesday morning. I add this in the interests of accuracy.